Done (C) 2-8-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Little Petey always dreamed of playin with the trumpet
But then he was enticed by a dirty little strumpet
As time went on he kept getting older by the second
Then she hurt him so now it was the pill he beckoned for
He had an infection so he traveled to the hospitals second floor
He called for a check up but they couldn’t tell what they were checkin for
Stayed over night and continued in playin Tekken four
The doctors didn’t know him so to him they reckoned poor
The next day he was sent away through the second door
The second his second breath would never be a second more
So was the infection that kept him in this infliction
At it in the attic like an addict in an addiction
He’s done
Now is a once innocent Susan known to her friends as Suse
Her life went to a fray when it was drugs she began to use
Her family tried to help but their facilitation she’d refuse
She thought it was only occasional but science called it abuse
She had no excuse but was excused hoping that she seek refuge
They didn’t realize it till the day she was connected to the tube
But not the boob I mean the cube where all insanity ensues
People it would amuse until her voice she started to lose
She broke out and then she started hangin with crews
Until the fatal night her lights went out from overridin her fuse
She’s done
We see the same cycle but no one bothers to care
We’re done yes my people we’re already there

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